Friday night Bill and I went down to see my little sister and her bff. We went to a movie and then WalMart. Fun times in a small town. Anyway, after WalMart we decided to go cruising. I used to do this EVERY Friday night (well, nearly) and LOVED the wind in my hair, the street racing feel, and the bit of danger it involved. There were always cops to watch out for so you wouldn't get popped for speeding (which we all were, just a little) and little ole grannies too stupid to stay off the strip on a Friday night. I used to corner my compact around the U-Turn without a qualm. I used to zoom in and out of traffic and follow too closely hoping to get a glimpse of that adorable guy in the huge truck.
Yeah, me and my gfs did it like that...
Friday night? I was terrified! I was in the back seat of her gold Navigator with my little sister while Bill rode up front. I can't tell you how many times I grabbed the chicken handle. I can't tell you how many times I threw my hand over my eyes so I wouldn't see us rear end someone. I lost count of the times I slammed my imaginary brakes.
Another version of "Wynona" the elderly Navigator
When did I become such an old fogey? When did riding like that cease to be fun and become a death trap to me? How did that happen??? I swear when we stopped for gas I jumped out of the vehicle and yelled, "LAND!" I was so happy to be on steady ground. But I did get back in. I decided I'd be ok, after all, Bill was beside her and could take over if she freaked out.
We did have a great time, laughing, joking, talking about boys. Bill went right along with the flow. On the way back to Nashville I got caught up in the reckless behavior and started distracting my driver. It was all in good fun though. Sometimes cutting loose is the best.
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